Standing in the kitchen five minutes from the old family home is some kind of magic. There are more birds there than here. The light, filtered through the trees, fills this wonderful old house. The town seems so much smaller than I remember it and much has changed. Still the theatre sign has remained the same. The hills surrounding the valley are dotted with houses that were not there forty-five years ago. New commercial buildings are evident, while too many business store fronts are empty.
All places are beautiful when your heart is there. This is another dance in your nightgown sort of feeling.
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Well I remember the smell of the sprinkler on warm pavement, ice cream trucks and running like mad to get to them on time, and the sound of bouncy balls echoing under the covered patio as they hit the pavement. I loved Gram's house.
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